kids are like pancakes

As the mother of four children, one of whom is legally an adult (a term I would use loosely as he is eligible to vote and serve our country but struggles making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich), I feel immensely qualified making the following statement: children are like pancakes. You know how when youRead more…

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(don’t) call me maybe

I became a parent in the prehistoric age when it seemed that only people who received a paycheck for their jobs had that nifty little item called a cell phone (in other words, not stay-at-home-moms like me at the time). I did have the very high-tech call waiting feature on my home phone and eventually,Read more…

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Anchors Away

Twenty years ago today, I bought a car. Or at least, I started the day buying a car and ending it having a baby. It all happened so fast. My husband at the time and I, babies ourselves, were about to have one and having just moved to the suburbs from Hoboken, were in theRead more…

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the dog days are over

I went for a run this morning, the same three-mile loop I’ve made through this small town for years, and as I turned the corner back into my neighborhood, I felt that quick pang of sadness remembering that was usually the exact moment in the run that I would let go of Rudy’s leash andRead more…

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